Suitedreams: Aikawa

[battling]

You're a lizard forever

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[decaptych]

I don't want to..................

[ He's making it sound like it's out of petulance but for real? It's starting to feel more like a 'I can't'. This man is going to be paper-thin mentally speaking by the end of this. ]

[battling]

[Aikawa your MENTAL HEALTH.

Pats him more.]

C'mon. At least mope in my room.

[decaptych]

[ I DIDN'T THINK IT'D BE THIS BAD BUT I ALSO SAID THIS BACK IN SEASONS WHEN THE PLOT REALLY GOT ROLLING. ]

Fine.

[ He will get up, sulky overgrown man he is. ]

Wish there was some place better to get to go.

[battling]

[He is getting herded into Bradley's room.]

What'd ya prefer anyway?

[decaptych]

Prefer... like, outta what?

[ Herded. Despite his big size he is easy to do so. ]

[battling]

Your better places to go?

[He seats himself in one of his many couches around the coffee table.]

[decaptych]

[ Twiddles his thumbs. ]

...I dunno, actually. [ Actually yes he does have an idea but he won't tell Bradley some of them. ]

At this point, it feels like anywhere not here.

Hell, I had more fun at Wiwaldi. [ He suffered so bad in the last few weeks. ]

Just going back home would be nice. [ He is still avoiding problems. ]

...Vacations. [ He's never had one proper. ]

[battling]

That school didn't start revealing it's real fucked up shit near the end. Seems like we're gettin' a head start.

Vacation? Where? The beach or somethin'?

[decaptych]

Uh huh...

[ Damn, the early Wiwaldi days really were the most fun he ever had. School CR game was so good. ]

Beach would be kinda nice. Never been there.

[battling]

[bro you killed a guy and scooped out his brains.]

There's this deserted island with giant spiders. Sound good?

[decaptych]

[ Hey he did that before Wiwaldi too. ]

Guh -- why's there gotta be giant spiders...?!

[battling]

Hahaha, who knows! That's just where I sneezed to.

[his ex tried to skewer him on that island, good times.]

[decaptych]

The fuck? Your place has some weird places.

...Get rid of the spiders and maybe.

[battling]

It's deserted, they can have their island.

Borda Isle ain't bad, it's in the West.

[decaptych]

Yeah? What's on that one, giant slugs?

[battling]

Nah, it's got an interesting market.

Fought Oz there, it was fun.

[He got Wrecked.]

[decaptych]

I'm not looking to fight one of you wackjob wizards on a vacation.

[ Playing the straight man of this back and forth this time. ]

What they sell?

[battling]

Ya think I'm the wackjob? I've never eaten styrofoam.

[help]

Charms, curses, magical objects, fiction. [A slightly disgruntled expression at fiction.]

[decaptych]

You're still one of the wackjobs, being slightly less of a wackjob doesn't make you not one.






This list feels like murder, arson, jaywalking. What's this about fiction?

[battling]

I'm reasonable.

[Maybe in comparison to the northerners.]

Somebody pretended they were me and wrote twelve volumes about my life.

[decaptych]

Huh?

[ Said ('said'?? huh'd) very much in the 'LMFAO HELLO???' kind of tone. Tell me more. ]

[battling]

It ain't like I read it! But randos call me boss. 's fuckin' weird.

[decaptych]

Isn't your whole life story about wanting to be a cool popular bandit boss anyway. Isn't this a boon for you?

[battling]

Who the fuck is sayin' they're me! Ya can't just co-opt my life to sell books!

[decaptych]

I mean, it's gotta be someone who knows you, right?

Sooo... someone who was in your gang or whatever?